the money.”
“Okay.”
“And he didn’t want you to receive it simply because he died. He was afraid you would interpret it as guilt.”
Lauren stared at the floor.
“So when?”
Rebecca’s voice softened.
“Upon the first birthday of your first child.”
My skin prickled.
Lauren looked at me.
Then at the decorations we still hadn’t removed from the dining room.
Today.
Sophie’s birthday.
“The trust became distributable today?”
“Yes.”
“And Mom knew?”
“Yes.”
That explained the restaurant.
The lateness.
The supposed emergency.
Vivian hadn’t been working.
She had spent
